Monday Poetry with Melissa Fry Beasley. Today: I Belong To This Land

Monday Poetry with Melissa Fry Beasley. Today: I Belong To This Land

Monday Poetry with Melissa Fry Beasley. Today: I Belong To This Land

Monday Poetry with Melissa Fry Beasley. Today: I Belong To This Land

Monday Poetry with Melissa Fry Beasley. Today: I Belong To This Land

We are at an impasse at this time in which we live. We have wrought so much destruction on our planet and to all her peoples, including our animal relations. We have disregarded spiritual laws and truth. We have forgotten what truly matters and what makes a community strong and unshakable. We have sold out at an almost fatal price. We are allowing choices to be made for us everyday that will impact everyone for generations to come. This all reaches so much further than just us … than just now. What do we value as a society? What kind of people do we wish to be known as? Who are we? What are we giving? How does the way we live make life better for others?

We need to really pause and consider what example we are sharing with those around us about what it means to be human, to be good. Sometimes, this may mean standing up for what we believe in. Even at personal cost. Especially when it can gain for others. It may require us to swallow our fears and be brave in situations that seem bigger than us. We are fighting for everyone and that is pretty important. We have voices that must be heard. This is the time. Time for direct action, the people standing in solidarity. There is strength in numbers and in the end I have to believe right will win.

I Belong To This Land

“I am not a patriot to any flag, I belong to this land.”

Winona LaDuke

We must decolonize our thinking.
Restore our relationship;
With ancestors,
Food – our relative,
Water – our first home,
The planet,
Each other.
Must overcome systemic issues
Of this predator society,
That is based on empire & conquest.
Idle fantasies with vain imaginings.
A corpse with nothing but dark in mind,
Pouring smoke into the domes of beehives.
We are but the disappearing dust of our Mother.
People who love to metabolize.
Drowned in Eurocentric philosophies
That are more linear than cyclical & holistic.
How can we be human again?
Experience of marginalization forced upon us
And for it we feel we must repent.
We have forgotten the sacredness of things.
Frozen through the long winter.
Sleeping, lost.
We must wake to find ourselves.
To lead by good.
Only evil takes by force,
Rape is not always a sexual act.
Between Government and Corporate solidarity,
We are disposable.
Rivers come to suicide at the mouth of every sea.
With a bargained future that seeds denial,
There will be nothing left to cling to but trouble.
I am not a patriot to any flag.
I belong to THIS land!

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Melissa Fry Beasley is a Humanistic poet of Cherokee origin, who resides in Oklahoma . Through the written and spoken word, she examines the gap between the ideal and the reality involved in living in the world during this time. Her work is both personal and subjective, yet she does not turn aside from the political and social issues of her environment. She is a woman who seeks to express her individual perspective and needs while accepting the diversity involved in questions of gender, race and culture. Melissa believes that change is necessary and deploys her writing to reflect her personal experience in the wider social and political context. You can find her work in print and online in Indian Country Today Media Network, Native News Today, The Native American Encyclopedia, FirstPeople.Us, Working Effectively With Aboriginal People, Churn Magazine, Big River Poetry Review, Enhance Magazine, A&U Magazine, and many others. She has two chapbooks forthcoming. " When I admire the wonders of a sunset or the beauty of the moon, my soul expands in the worship of the creator." Mahatma Gandhi " They won't break me because the desire for freedom, and the freedom of the people, is in my heart. The day will dawn when all the people of will have the desire for freedom to show. It is then that we will see the rising of the moon." Bobby Sands

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